Shower
There was only a note
on the living room door,
and in lipgloss she wrote
'I can't take it no more.'
I had seen it all written
on the dimly-lit wall,
if I hadn't been smitten
in the 'Y''s shower stall
Snot Funny
Perhaps you have wondered
or even yet, pondered
words pertaining to 'nose',
and the list, it just grows.
Consider this, then:
They start with 'sn'.
I have noticed that quite a few words pertaining to the nose (its function, appearance, and social connotations) begin with the letters SN.
With the help of your nose, you can SNEEZE, SNARL, SNICKER, SNORE, SNIFFLE, SNIVEL, SNUFFLE, SNORT, SNEER and SNIFF. There are probably others I have overlooked.
The Wholeness
- Inner Realm -
-Wholeness-
Thou wert in my mind as pristine unity,
One without second a non dual self,
Thou wert in every trying time of my mind,
With my breath thou flow and with no mind calm.
The beauty that lulled my mind thou nourish.
It is sober shrine that shoved me incised.
My hope rose and hopeless mite dismantled.
Cleaners
This poem is dedicated to all those who do cleaning
of one sort or another.
Some people look down at others
for the jobs they do
and if your one of them
here is warning just for you.
You may think you’re intelligent,
but I don’t think you are.
Halloween Epitaphs
Back Stabbing Betty haunted the cemetery
It was Halloween night and it really was scary
She saw Big Willie’s tombstone and wondered why
He had died this fatal death, she wanted to cry
Booger Eatin’ Nelda was lying there too
Never been kissed, hey, how about you?
Crazy Debby was truly a strange critter
Some People Just Want The Attention
You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Scented fresh?
I could care less.
Your attitude is not perfumed!
And I quickly distanced myself from it...
When your presence filled the entire room.
You're too self assured!
And nothing is wrong with that.
Ph: Poetry Writing: Ode To An Unfinished Poem
I guess I don't know when a poem is done,
There's no bell that goes off, no starter's gun
Which signals to me a new poem's begun.
Although it may feel like a poem I've left,
I'm still never sure, maybe in a dark cleft
Of my soul, a neglected thought cries, bereft.
My poem, my child, to it I've a duty,
To not chose just one because it's a cutie,
Pj's Answer To Her Old College Career Counselor:
Yes, yes, I remember you,
Though not your name,
How do you do.
Me, I'm doing very well,
See my clothes,
Can't you tell?
You always had a snooty air,
You talked as if I wasn't there;
I was stoned at your Career Fair;
I couldn't stand all that hair-sprayed air;
Pj' Meets Her Old College Career Counselor:
Yes, yes, yes, I remember you,
Though not your name,
How do you do.
Me, I'm doing very well,
See my clothes,
Can't you tell?
You always had a snooty air,
You talked as if I wasn't there;
I was stoned at your Career Fair;
I couldn't stand all that hair-sprayed air;
A Gem
They say that she is a gem
A diamond in the rough,
While lacking all the social graces
Which some of us embraces;
She cries, 'I care not for that stuff.'
She is the unpolished gemstone
That has the potential to be a jewel,
Basically she is good hearted
But her good deeds cannot be charted;
Let Peace Begin My Friend: Are We There Yet?
It just them, ahem, Northwest fools
Lookin for a bigger font they can call their own
We got your protest radio
Your online malcontents hiding in DSL convents
Them fat white folk indignant indigenents
Feeling guilty for their white sodium salmon damns
Casting clams on CALA49A Saab snooty PDAs
But I don’t give dam
Whose gorge is Oregondered organically
It’z just the smell of a Washington nowhere man
In Praise Of My Lovely Dandelions
In Praise of my happy Dandelion
When I gaze beyond my garden gate my eyes
pause longingly, at the myriad of yellow crowns
that no one loves but me. Why did man begin a war
upon my yellow crowns? My gentle yellow dandelion,
means no harm at all. They do not hide nor creep away, thehold themselves with pride. The grazing cattle love them still
as do the bumblebees. The first bouquet laid at my
feet, wrapped in ribbons blue, stained from pollen
flowing free from the tender yellow crowns. Expensive
The 'Look-At-Me-And-What-I'Ve-Got-Type'
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
And those who were comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
At The Nubian Village
Goats are the first to meet us:
Bleating, grey, brown, pied,
Cropping the thorn bushes beside the river.
A one- humped dromedary
Slumped on its folded legs
Like a very occasional table
Looks down its snooty nose;
Rises, swings its arse and strides away
Long legged as a cat-walk model.
Chatsworth Estate
Chatsworth Estate
In an airy corridor
Duchess Georgina laughs from a painting
A grand society beauty broken
On the hazardous reefs of marriage
Ménage à trois, like another, later, Spencer
Now she’s a period piece
Her home’s a setting for the movie makers
Of bodice rippers, and 21st century Darcy lovers
Things I Would Put In Room 101
Children who eat the bogies they pick
Owners who let dog's poo lie
People who use shop doors to be sick
Horror movies where innocents fry
Litterbugs fouling our forests with tins
Bathers who pee in the pool
Shoppers with trollies that knobble your shins
Big dogs that drown you with drool
'' There's No Such Thing As Perfection ''
Sitting quite snugly,
Perfection said smugly,
I won' t mellow, as I grow older,
I'll continue to expose what I see as ugly,
Of purity I am the beholder.
Is it your duty?
To be so snooty,
Who says that you know best?
Describe to me the definition of beauty,
My Sizzling Selfies
Sir, I haven't over-dramatized my beauty
Every hour or so a selfie on Facebook I post
A compulsive obsession that grew into my duty
Selfies with passages of time tasted like tutti-frutti
That smelled great, sounded gorgeous, I could boast
Sir, I haven't over-dramatized my beauty
Don't blame me because in truth I'm such a cutie
Whether you like it or not but of me you can't make a toast
A compulsive obsession that grew into my duty
You can't tire of me whether I pop up to you on FB or in Djibouti
ˌplo͞OˈPərfikt
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**(registered voters) **
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The pluperfect is a type of verb form, generally
treated as one of the tenses in certain
languages, used to refer to an
action at a time earlier than a
time in the past already referred
to. Examples in English are: "we
had arrived"; "they had written".
Dancing In The Dark
Driving in the moonlight, Cyd and Fred
embrace to strains of “Dancing in the Dark; ”
best way to get a girl into your bed
is drive her languorously through Central Park,
but if you’re in the mood far from Manhattan,
try singing in the rain, and make your move
dancing with her, and then wave your baton
in the bedroom, ready to make love.
Robert Berkvist writes the obituary for Syd Charisse, who died on June 17 in Cedars Sinai (“Cyd Charisse,886, Silken Dancer of the Movies, Dies, ” NYT, June 17,2008) :